Chapter 162 No Danger, but Something Was Stolen

After calling the embassy, ​​Chen Yanguang felt that this was not safe enough.

He called Lawyer Fang again:

"Uncle Fang, didn't you study at Neon? Do you know anyone from the Yamaguchi-gumi group?"

"I'm in Kyoto now and I'm having a little trouble..."

On the other end of the phone, lawyer Fang Tangjing couldn't laugh or cry.

He told Chen Yanguang: "If it is true, as you said, that the antique shop is suspected of smuggling cultural relics, then the embassy will not be able to help."

"For this kind of thing, the domestic cultural relics bureau must issue official documents to their embassy in China, and go through layer by layer of approval before it is possible for the cultural relics to be returned to the country."

"Don't worry about it, just do what you need to do."

In the room, Tokugawa Daisuke's statement was exactly the same as Lawyer Fang's.

He told Zhang Yang politely:

"I bought this bronze from another collector, and I paid for it in full."

"I understand Zhang Sangqian's enthusiasm for the protection of cultural relics, but you have no evidence to prove that there is something wrong with the origin of the product in my store."

Zhang Yang shook his head: "There is evidence."

He pulled out a picture from his phone and showed it to everyone.

It was Zeng Gong who brought it from China, the original bronze lid just now.

The previous tomb robbers were so rough that they broke the lid.

That's why this incomplete 卣 was sold abroad.

"The items are in a museum in Guangdong Province. If you don't believe me, you can take them to a third-party organization for appraisal to see if they are the same set."

"Do you now believe that this thing is the stolen property of a tomb robber?" Zhang Yang said very confidently.

How could he take action without any solid evidence?

"I can't believe it." Daisuke Tokugawa smiled awkwardly.

"This thing is now in my private collection."

"But seeing that you are very sincere, I can give you a little profit."

He stretched out a palm and expressed his willingness to sell the bronze 卣 to Zhang Yang at 50% of the price.

"Damn, doesn't this wave of inexplicable discounts just mean I believe him?"

Chen Yanguang, who had returned to the room, whispered in Zhang Yang's ear.

"Yeah, but this guy wants to make some money."

"Then shall we agree? A 50% profit discount would not be bad."

Chen Yanguang thought of what Lawyer Fang said. He probably couldn't count on formal channels.

What's more, it's a matter of opinion whether people are willing to take care of it.

"That's right. This is stolen property. If we buy it back, we have to hand it over."

Zhang Yang's thinking is very clear. It's OK to have a free ticket, but he won't do anything that is a pure loss.

But you can't refuse directly, then there will be no more talk.

After confirming that Chen Yanguang had called the embassy, ​​Zhang Yang nodded.

He asked Boss Gong to translate his words:

"It's great that the price is reduced by half. Mr. Tokugawa is very conscientious and I agree to buy it."

"But other stolen items that come from the same source as this bronze turtle, can you sell them to me at a 50% discount?"

"I want to bring them all back home."

After listening to Boss Gong's translation, Tokugawa Daisuke was a little unconvinced at first.

There was no other way, so Zhang Yang could only let Chen Yanguang show off his money-making abilities.

Seeing the balance on Hedong Group's overseas account, Neon people were overjoyed.

That expression seemed to say:

Brother, you have so much money, why didn’t you tell me earlier?

Daisuke Tokugawa didn't hesitate much and immediately said: He still has a lot of such good things on hand.

What he said just confirmed Zhang Yang's thoughts.

To do such a dangerous thing as transporting stolen cultural relics out of the country, it is impossible to sell one incomplete 卣 at a time.

This Tokugawa Daisuke, I bought a lot of it!

…

"Zhang Sang, you are the most patriotic Chinese person I have ever seen since I opened the store for so long."

While complimenting Zhang Yang, Daisuke Tokugawa took out an album from the bookshelf behind him.

The size is similar to the auction collection brochure at that time.

Zhang Yang took it and flipped through a few pages, feeling a little numb.

The cultural relics on it include not only bronzes, but also ancient jades, pottery, bone products, etc. The number is astonishing.

If calculated based on the market price, even if it is discounted in half, the tens of millions of dollars on the Hedong Group's account will probably be spent.

Even if you make money by robbing tombs, that's not how you make money.

Whose tomb is stuffed with so many things?

Zhang Yang turned back to look at the bronzes, trying to determine the identity of the owner of the tomb.

This time, he discovered something was wrong.

The decorations and shapes of many bronzes in the album do not date back to the Western Zhou Dynasty at all, and some even have obvious Han Dynasty styles.

Then count the number of tripods, fourteen.

Could it be that in ancient times, there were two princes and kings worth seven tripods who were Nantong and were buried together after their death? Buried in Brokeback Mountain?

Or are the things in this album just artifacts from the same batch of exports, not from the same tomb?

Or maybe there are actually fakes in the album?

Zhang Yang prefers the latter two possibilities.

He closed the album: "There's nothing wrong with the thing, but we still have to see the actual thing to be sure."

Daisuke Tokugawa smiled and nodded: "I understand, after all, it is a big business of more than one billion (yen)."

"But these things are not in the store, they are all in my private warehouse."

"Is it far away?"

"It's not far, about ten minutes' drive."

Zhang Yang searched for the place name that Boss Gong translated. It was a logistics park not far from Hongfa Temple.

Then go check it out.

Everyone walked out of the back door of the antique store, and just as they walked around the street in front of the store, several police cars suddenly drove up the road.

The police car with its sirens flashing stopped right in front of the antique store.

Behind the police car, there was a black car with a red flag fluttering in the wind on the front of the car.

"This is the embassy's car." Boss Gong was the first to react.

"Really? It came so fast!" Chen Yanguang said with a smile.

…

ten minutes later.

"Mr. Chen, we will report the cultural relics matter, but there is really nothing we can do at the moment." The embassy staff patiently explained to Chen Yanguang.

At first, the young staff thought that this second-generation rich man had a persecution delusion.

He wasn't kidnapped either? Where did the criminals come from?

But after Zhang Yang explained, the staff also realized the seriousness of the problem.

With so many stolen cultural relics that are suspected of being smuggled out of the country, a normal person would probably have only seen them on the British and French coalition forces in textbooks. It would not be too much to mistake them for a transnational criminal group.

If we really meet someone abroad, "you will be numb even if you stamp on me".

But precisely because it is abroad and in Neon, the kidnapping case can be reported to the police to request the local police for assistance. Who cares about the cultural relic smuggling case!

"Then let's forget it? Damn, wasn't my performance just in vain?" Chen Yanguang was quite dissatisfied.

Zhang Yang feels the same way. If you miss it today, maybe tomorrow, these cultural relics will not be in Kyoto.

At this time, the police came over to confirm that if there was no kidnapping, they would call it a day.

Zhang Yang quickly said: "Qiaodou sack (wait for it)!"

Others: "Huh?"

Zhang Yang pulled Boss Gong over.

"Quick, help tell them that a batch of my goods has been stolen, and I know where the stolen goods are stored!"

"Theft?" The embassy staff was confused at first, and then their eyes lit up: "Then we can provide you with legal aid."

"That's great. I tracked the thief from Linhai to Neon, and finally saw the light of day to solve the case."

Zhang Yang's eyes and tone were full of emotion.

Chen Yanguang walked up and patted him on the shoulder: "Zhang Sang..."

"Go, go, go." Zhang Yang slapped Chen Yanguang's hand away and showed his identity as the deputy director of the museum in a clichéd manner.

The story of [the cultural relics in the collection were stolen, and the director of the museum chased the murderer thousands of miles] was displayed in front of everyone.

The only person who questioned the authenticity of the story was Daisuke Tokugawa.

"If that's the case, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Because I want to follow the clues and find the group of people who steal cultural relics in China." Zhang Yang replied with a sneer.

Tokugawa Daisuke's expression changed, and when everyone asked, he said he didn't know anything.

"I just bought a batch of antiques from a cultural relic dealer. I don't know the specific origin of the cultural relics."

"I want that person's contact information." Zhang Yang pursued the victory.

"No problem, that person, we call him Ox Warrior." Tokugawa Daisuke replied cooperatively.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Zhang Yang looked at Gong Yonghao: "Brother, is your translation accurate?"

Gong Yonghao nodded firmly and added:

"It's just a man named Niu who wears a mask every time he makes a transaction."